Rosemary wrapped up her video call in her room, grabbed her things, and prepared to head out.
Barely stepping out of the main building, Serena quickly caught up with her.
"Rose, where are you going? When will you be back? I had a go at baking with the chef and made so cupcakes for you. They’ll be ready to eat soon."
Rosemary didn’t expect her to be so obtuse. Turning around, she saw a few staff cleaning up the garden and eyeing the scene curiously. Even in the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the main building, a few window washers were peeking over.
"Don’t waste your ti on ," Rosemary said, realizing that Serena was rely putting on a show for those around them, trying to paint herself as a caring person.
"Rose, won’t you give another chance?" Serena pleaded, grabbing Rosemary’s hand.
"Wanna pretend to fall when I let go of you?"
"No, that’s not it! You’ve got it all wrong, Rose." Serena looked as if she was on the verge of tears, but she kept a firm hold on Rosemary’s hand.
"You there," Rosemary called over one of the staff.
The staff mber looked surprised but quickly dropped the broom and scurried over.
"Yes, Ms. Rose. How may I assist you?"
"Unhand her from , before she tries to pull a fast one."
The staff mber was perplexed but followed the order.
Shocked, Serena couldn’t believe that Rosemary was this cunning.
"Rose, what do I have to do to earn your forgiveness? You won’t drink the coffee I made for you, you won’t eat the cupcakes I baked, and you won’t accept my apologies. Should I kneel down and beg?"
She was actually prepared to kneel.
Rosemary began counting in her head — one, two — and before she could reach three...
Sure enough, Martha rushed over from sowhere and pulled Serena back just in ti.
"Serena, you’re still not well."
"Martha, let go. If kneeling can earn Rose’s forgiveness, I’ll do it, no matter how long it takes!" Serena’s face was desperate, earnest.
"Ms. Rose, won’t you forgive her? She only shared a few words with her friends."
"Are you done yet?" Rosemary didn’t expect them to put on such a performance. The look she gave Serena was even more exasperated.
Serena, feeling the disdain and impatience in Rosemary’s eyes, pleaded again.
"Rose, what do I have to do to earn your forgiveness?"
"Haven’t I told you? Stay away from . Stop putting on a show," Rosemary turned around to leave, not wanting to waste any more ti on her sister.
Seeing this, Serena stomped her foot in frustration and chased after her. In her haste, she tripped and fell forward.
"Serena!" Martha rushed to help her.
Serena quickly waved Martha off and, after a glance at the cold and indifferent figure in front of her, rose and continued her pursuit.
"Serena, your hand is bleeding! Serena—oh!" Martha could only follow her.
The staff watched the scene with a touch of sympathy.
"It looks like Serena genuinely wants to apologize to Ms. Rose."
"Ms. Rose is usually pretty easy-going, but this ti, for so reason, she seems to be giving Serena the cold shoulder."
"I agree Serena’s been a bit too candid in front of friends, which isn’t cool, but Ms. Rose doesn’t have to hold a grudge, especially when Serena is sick."
"Is this the first ti Serena’s done sothing to upset Ms. Rose? I heard that last night Hunter punished her by withholding dinner and cutting off her allowance and designer brand supplies. That seems a bit harsh for Serena."
As Serena ran, she coughed and appeared weak. Seeing Rosemary getting into the car, she called out:
"Rose, wait for !"
Rosemary started the car and hit the gas, leaving Serena in her dust.
Serena chased the car until she tripped and fell.
Martha was stunned to see Serena act so harshly toward herself — tripping twice in a row!
This ti, Serena’s palms and wrists were scraped and bleeding from the fall, and she had cuts on her forehead and chin. Her whole body ached so much that she couldn’t get up.
"Serena, Serena!" Martha hurriedly ca over to help.
"It hurts." Serena’s chin was so painful that she couldn’t speak, her face twisted in agony.
"You even scraped your chin. Serena, why are you so hard on yourself? No one is watching you out here. There’s no need to hurt yourself like this."
Serena wanted to say she didn’t an to fall, but her chin hurt so much she didn’t want to speak.
Martha quickly called for help from the other house staff and brought over a wheelchair.
Seeing how badly Serena had hurt herself, the other staff felt a greater sympathy for her.
In his office, Hunter checked the ti. He had called a eting with the heads of a few subsidiary companies, and Rosemary should’ve been in attendance by now.
He was worried that she might still be driving, so he called ho to check if she had left yet.
"Ms. Rose just left," the house staff reported, then whispered as soone else entered the house, "Dr. Lee, Serena is in her room."
"Serena’s still not well?" Hunter was surprised to hear that Dr. Lee had co again. "Has her condition worsened?"
"Yes." The staff hesitated to tell the whole story.
"But you can tell ."
"Serena sat in the living room for two or three hours this morning, wanting to apologize to Ms. Rose, but Ms. Rose didn’t co ho."
Hunter knew about this and replied indifferently, "She went to a funeral."
The staff mber didn’t expect that Ms. Rose had been gone so long because she was attending a funeral. They had initially thought that Ms. Rose was intentionally ignoring Serena, and now felt guilty for their misunderstanding.
"When Ms. Rose ca back, Serena tried to apologize, but Ms. Rose wouldn’t accept it."
"Later, Serena made a pot of coffee and personally brought it to Ms. Rose, but she wouldn’t drink it."
"When Serena saw Ms. Rose getting ready to leave, she ran after her, wanting to keep her ho because she had baked a cake for her that would be ready soon."
"But Ms. Rose was in a hurry to leave and didn’t stay. Serena chased after her, falling twice. The first fall scraped her palms, and the second was worse, scraping her forehead and chin. That’s why we called Dr. Lee."
"Even though Ms. Rose’s car was already far away, Serena still chased after it."
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